Female Commoner Novels & Stories

Apparently, there was a quarrel in the streets, and Lady Livia was in the middle of it. “You,” a burly man with tight-fitting waistcoat that looked as if it will burst on the seams was shouting at us. I could instantly tell that he was a commoner, perhaps a merchant based on his clothes. He carried a whip in his right hand and was presently pointing a finger against Lady Livia. “Do you know this woman?” I looked back at Lady Livia. Today, she was not dressed in fancy clothes, but in the commoner’s fashion. Still, she was so beautiful that her very presence stood out. Her face was as emotionless as ever though.

To the Hidalgos, she was nothing more than a vessel—a walking blood bank, valuable only for what she could give, not for who she was. She had no noble background. No powerful family name to rely on. No formal degree to flaunt. And certainly, in their eyes, no class. She was just a lowly peasant that Rex brought home like a stray animal. Even when she rose to power, became Vice President of the Anderson Empire, when she shared business ventures with Alexa and became a celebrated figure in the fashion world—even then—they only saw the worthless housewife they labeled her as from the beginning. A nobody who somehow wormed her way into a world where she didn’t belong.

Her smile quirked up as if she wasn’t expecting it from her. “Who do you think you are?” The queen enquired back, confusing the poor girl. “I…” She glanced around to find a suitable answer. “I’m sorry for my informality, I meet no disrespect,“ Renai apologised in a breath. “No, I’m asking you, who are you?“ Meriall said in a monotone. “I am only a commoner,” Renai said. “A commoner,” Meriall’s curiosity was increasing with each second.

Which wouldn't be a problem if she wasn't an arrogant wench. You know the type that thinks they have a right over a man's bank account just because they spent a night with them? Well, she's a hundred times worse. It's not about money but status for her. Cris is a respected person in this country. I guess normal people, those who don't know what he really does, would call him a billionaire.

I ask quietly. Tyra clenches her jaw. “I didn’t know any of those women personally. They were commoners from all around. I don’t mean to sound elitist, because I don’t give a damn about social status, but the fact is we just didn’t move in the same social circles. However, for not one of them to ever be seen again? That’s crazy.”

But more than that, I couldn’t tolerate such insults just for being poor. I then snorted. “What’s so wrong with being a commoner? Is it a sin? What’s the big deal?” I gritted my teeth. “These kinds of people just get on my nerves sometimes. Hypocrisy at its finest,” I whispered. “There’s nothing wrong with being poor, Ms. Asmodeus. It’s just that some of those on higher status tend to look down on those in lower positions as filthy. It is common in the elite social circle to gossip and talk bad about you since you are my fiancée.”

It’s that easy, just throw some cash at me? She’ll give me the life I’ve always wanted... She’ll be responsible for my happiness? Yeah right! I never wanted anything but to see the next morning. To have what I needed for me and the boys. A female rogue is the absolute lowest of low. Nothing special, easily overlooked and forgotten. Someone to do the cooking, the washing. A body to lie next to you and raise your pups.

She doesn't even know if Gerald will divorce her or not and their condescending looks weren't helping. " I wouldn't blame his grace if he did divorce you." One said, flapping her fan. " You're not fit to be his wife. You're just a commoner." She threw at her Serena paled at the words. Tears stung her eyes but she blinked it back. Forcing a smile, she replied her. " Commoner or not, I'm just human like you. Surely, that should be enough similarities." Serena replied, her voice calm. The lady's eyes widened in fury and she was about to talk back but someone walked in between them.

A beautiful ethereal blonde with ocean eyes. Who could that be? “Well look who we have here, what took you so long? Join us” He exclaimed, giving her a jump start. One of the women halted at Angela in disgust. “What do you mean join us? Isn’t she the small town woman you are to marry?” The first lady commented, glaring down at Angela. “You can’t possibly let a commoner share the same bed with us?” The other added. “She is not even a blonde”. The third said tightly.

"Acting high and mighty, aren't you just trying to impress the seniors at this banquet?" "Daydreaming, even if you bag a rich guy, no one will respect you." "Spicy ThankGod, I advise you to be more practical. Like many girls, getting involved with a wealthy person might help you enter the upper class faster, although even then, no one will look up to you." People began to mock her, their gazes shifting between her and Darnell, clearly insinuating an ambiguous relationship between them. "Commoners are just commoners. No matter what you say, you're just a resentful commoner. What else do you have besides barking and howling?"